Kira's POV “Mate!” My wolf howled, her reaction identical to the way she had responded to Darius and Damien. My eyes widened, but I didn’t get the chance to process what was happening before my wolf took control, forcing my feet forward. I moved instinctively, drawn by the intoxicating scent that sent a thousand questions buzzing in my mind. What was happening? Another mate? Is this some kind of joke? Is the Moon Goddess playing tricks on me? And who is this… The thought was cut short as I stopped in front of the library door. The scent was stronger here. Whoever my mate was… he was inside. Swallowing hard, I reached for the doorknob. My fingers trembled as I pushed the door open and stepped inside. And then, the moment my eyes landed on him, it felt like my soul left my body. Seated on the couch, a book resting casually in his hand, was Dane. The last of the triplets. My breath hitched. My heart pounded. My mind spun. I was mated to the triplets. All three of them. “Mate," my wo
Darius’ POV Thunderous applause filled the grand hall as my brothers and I were crowned Alphas of the Full Moon Pack. Damien, Dane, and I rose to our feet, turning to face the crowd of pack members who had gathered to witness and celebrate our coronation. This was a historic moment, a festival unlike any other. For the first time in our pack’s history, three Alphas, three brothers, would rule side by side. Loud howls filled the air as the pack kept celebrating our coronation. I stole a glance at my brothers. Damien and Dane gave me a curt nod, a silent acknowledgment of the weight we now carried on our shoulders. We strode toward our seats on the grand podium, and as soon as we sat, everyone lowered their heads in respect, including my father. Lifting my hands, we signaled for them to rise. A few speeches followed, formalities we had to endure before the true celebration began. Soon, the hall burst into life. Music filled the air, and the sound of laughter and clinking glasses s
Kira’s POV With trembling limbs, I pushed myself off the bed. I had been unwell since the early hours of the morning, and now it was getting worse. But I knew this wasn’t an illness—this was the weight of rejection, the crushing reality that I was mated to three men who despised me. The thought alone shattered my already fragile mental state and weakened my wolf. I had nearly collapsed in the kitchen this morning, forcing the butler to insist I return to my room. Since then, I had curled up in bed, drowning in sickness and pain—until he suddenly barged in. Sighing heavily, I moved toward my small wardrobe, pulling out the first dress my fingers touched. Not that I had much to choose from. My wardrobe held only a few things—the servants’ uniform and four worn-out dresses. That was all. That was all I owned. The mansion staff received generous monthly salaries, but me? I was never paid. Because I wasn’t a worker—I was a slave. An omega. Paying for the sins I knew, deep down, my par
Kira’s POV The laughter and music echoed in my skull, each sound a sharp reminder that I didn’t belong here. Reaching a group of elegantly dressed women, I bowed my head slightly and extended the tray, my heart hammering as I struggled to keep my grip steady. One of the women—a blonde in a flowing red gown—reached for a glass, but as I adjusted my hold, the weight of the tray shifted unexpectedly. My fingers fumbled, and before I could stop it, the bottle of wine tipped— Red liquid spilled across the woman’s expensive gown, staining the silk in deep, blood-red streaks. For a moment, everything seemed to stop. Then— A sharp, stinging pain exploded across my cheek. The force of the slap sent me stumbling back, my breath hitching as heat spread across my skin. My vision blurred with unshed tears as I clutched the tray, my fingers digging into the metal. “You worthless thing!” the woman screeched, her face twisted in anger. “Do you have any idea how much this dress costs?” “I—I’m sor
Kira’s POV A jackhammer. There had to be a jackhammer pounding in my head this very second. That could be the only explanation for this horrendous aching. My body felt like it had been trampled by a stampede. My head pounding, stomach twisting with nausea, and cold sweat clinging to my skin. I groaned, forcing myself to sit up, and that’s when realization hit me like a slap to the face. This was not my room. Panic crawled up my spine as my eyes darted around the space. It was too big, too luxurious, too pristine to be mine. The dark floor-to-ceiling curtains kept the room dim, adding to the eerie feeling of unfamiliarity. There were no personal belongings, no pictures—just a perfectly neat, almost sterile environment. My breath hitched. Is this a hotel? Heart pounding, I glanced down at myself—clothes still intact. Check. No signs of anything… inappropriate happening. Check. “But where is this place?” I muttered, gripping my throbbing head as I stood from the couch. My legs wobbled,
Kira’s POV We left the hotel, and he led me toward one of those sleek, luxurious cars that only the rich could afford. I didn’t know much about cars, but even I could tell that this one was hell expensive. The handsome stranger opened the door for me with effortless grace, and I whispered a quiet, “Thank you,” before slipping inside. He shut the door gently, then walked around and took the driver’s seat. A moment later, the engine purred to life, and we pulled away from the grand five-star hotel. The moment he got onto the road, he spoke. “So, what’s your name?” His voice was deep, steady, almost too casual. I swallowed hard, turning my gaze to the window. It seemed this handsome stranger knew nothing about me. Perhaps he was one of the guests that came to the triplet coronation. Definitely, he wasn’t from this pack because if he was, I would have seen him around. He chuckled lightly. “Will I have to write a cheque just to get your name?” I glanced at him. His eyes remained focus
Kira’s POV I took a deep breath, gripping the doorknob tightly before slowly pushing it open. Stepping inside, I gently shut the door behind me, but the moment my gaze landed on the triplets, my soul nearly left my body. Alpha Darius stood near the window, his arms crossed over his shirtless broad chest, his piercing gaze locked onto me. Alpha Damien lounged on the couch, one leg casually resting over the other, but there was nothing relaxed about him—his eyes burned with anger, and his fingers tapped rhythmically against the armrest. And then there was Alpha Dane. He stood closest to me, leaning against the door frame as if he had been waiting for me. His brown eyes were filled with rage, his entire body tense, as though he was one breath away from exploding. I swallowed hard, feeling trapped. Three pairs of eyes bore into me, their anger suffocating the air in the room. My mind screamed at me to leave, to turn around and bolt, but my body refused to move. Darius finally spoke, h
Kira’s POV “Because… because you are our slave!” Darius finally said, and I frowned. For a moment, I thought he was going to spill out the truth to his brothers, but it seems my wolf was wrong. “Yes… you are a slave, our slave… even the air you breathe belongs to us. You have no right over your life, Kira. You lost that right when your parents became traitors,” Damien added. “Now tell us, who is that bastard?” Dane urged. I glared at the three men before me, my heart racing, but no longer in fear, but in anger and hate. I could take any insult thrown at me, but calling my parents traitors was something I hated more than anything. I lifted my chin and held their gazes. “My parents aren’t traitors, and one day, I’m going to prove that. And when that day comes, you three bastards will take back your words, and the whole pack will pay for the death of my innocent parents!” I spat in anger. The triplets stared at me with two expressions in their eyes—anger and hate. I could see they ha
Kira's POV “You heard me.” His voice was softer now. “I didn’t buy that necklace for just anyone. I don’t bring just anyone to my side at events like this. But you… you’re the exception. Because I want you to be my woman.” My breath hitched. His woman? I opened my mouth, but no words came out. My mind was spinning. This had to be some kind of joke. Alpha Leo, uncle of the triplets, brother to our Luna, whom my parents were accused of orchestrating her death—likes me? It didn’t make sense. It couldn’t. “You don’t believe me,” he observed, his eyes narrowing. I shook my head slowly. “I just… I don’t understand why you would.” His expression darkened, and before I could react, he reached out, gripping my chin between his fingers, forcing me to look at him. “Then let me make it clear for you,” he murmured, his voice dropping an octave. “I don’t play games, Kira. When I want something, I take it. And right now, I want you.” My pulse pounded. The intensity in his gaze sent heat flooding
Kira POV The auction came to an end, and Alpha Leo led me out of the table. But the moment we stood up on our feet, other guests began making their way to us, and instantly, I became anxious. Leo, the observant type, leaned towards my ear. “Stay calm, I’ll do all the talking,” he whispered. Just as he whispered, my gaze accidentally locked onto the triplets. They were staring at me, gawking, almost. My heart lurched, and I quickly looked away, pretending not to notice the way their eyes burned into me. “Alpha Leo, I didn’t expect to see you here tonight.” A deep voice cut through the noise, drawing my attention. The man speaking appeared to be in his early thirties. Dressed in a navy-blue, impeccably tailored suit, he had a strong physique and a handsome face. It seemed everyone here was strikingly good-looking. Leo shrugged. “I decided to leave the comfort of my home,” he responded casually. The man hummed in acknowledgment before shifting his gaze toward me. A small, friendly smi
Kira’s POV “Stop staring at them.” Alpha Leo leaned down and whispered into my left ear when he noticed me stealing glances at them. Not that I could help it. The triplets sat just a table away from us, and their eyes were glued to me. They weren’t even trying to hide it. Swallowing hard, I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and looked up at Alpha Leo, who had a blank look on his face. “Did you tell them I was coming to this auction with you?” I asked curiously. From the way they were staring, they seemed dumbfounded to see me here. “No, I didn’t,” Alpha Leo plainly replied, and I gasped. I gasped. “You…” My voice rose slightly before I caught myself and quickly lowered it. “You didn’t?” I whispered in disbelief. I had assumed he told them, maybe even asked for their permission. But he hadn’t. Leo narrowed his eyes at me. “Why should I tell them?” I swallowed hard. I was in deep trouble. “You…” I started to argue, but the auction was about to begin, and the room fell silent. I swal
Kira's POV The last time I wore something this beautiful was four years ago, back when my parents were still alive. Since their deaths, I had known nothing but tattered rags—until tonight. Dressed in a fitted red gown gifted to me by Alpha Leo, I stood before the mirror, taking in my reflection. My life flashed before me. What would things have been like if my parents hadn’t been framed? Would I still be the Beta’s daughter, living like a princess? The triplets would have surely accepted me. Life would have been good—so good, so beautiful. Tears welled in my eyes, but I blinked them back. I wouldn’t ruin my makeup. A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. One of the male staff stood there, informing me that Alpha Leo was waiting. I inhaled deeply, stealing one last glance at my reflection before picking up the purse that matched my dress. The silver heels I wore clicked against the floor as I made my way out. I took the stairs to the living room and could see the admiring
Kira’s POV “She is waking up.” The voice was faint, distant, as if coming from underwater. My head throbbed as I struggled to force my heavy eyelids open. It took a few seconds before my vision cleared, and that was when I noticed the pack healer seated in front of me, looking relieved. I furrowed my brows, confusion settling in. Why was she here? “Can you hear me?” she asked softly. Instead of answering, I shifted my gaze around the unfamiliar room, my confusion deepening. This wasn’t my room. Before I could register where I was, my heart nearly stopped when my eyes landed on him. The same man. The handsome stranger. He leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed over his broad chest, his piercing gaze fixed on me. “You…” I swallowed hard and sat up, my eyes darting around the room. That was when I noticed the framed photographs on the walls—the late Luna’s pictures. Goddess! I gasped, scrambling out of bed, but the moment my feet hit the floor, my legs buckl
Dane’s POV I stepped forward, my voice laced with anger. “Her parents were the traitors who orchestrated our mother’s death—your sister’s death! She is the daughter of those traitors!” I spat. A heavy silence settled over us. One second. Then another. And another. Finally, Leo sighed, shaking his head. “Now I get it,” he murmured, his gaze fixed on Kira’s unconscious form. “Now I get it.” He exhaled sharply before lifting his eyes to meet mine and my brothers’. “So you are making her pay for the supposed sins of her late parents?” he asked calmly, but I could feel the anger beneath the calmness of his voice. And what surprised me more was that the anger wasn’t directed at Kira—it was directed at us! “She should have died alongside them. We’re already being merciful,” Darius grunted. Leo scoffed and folded his arms. “So you think living this kind of life—slavery—is better than death?” he asked, and my confusion deepened even more. What was happening? Leo was confusing us. We expec
Damien’s POV As soon as the guards dragged her away, a restless feeling surged through me. I kicked a stool across the room, frustration seething inside me. Running a hand through my hair, I exhaled sharply. God! I was losing my mind, and the furious howls of my wolf only made it worse. I wanted to scream. To demand answers. To call for the guards and order them to hunt down the bastard who had dared to date Kira. Everyone in this pack knew she belonged to us—not as a lover, but as our slave. So who was the fool reckless enough to claim her? To touch her. I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stay calm. I couldn’t let my brothers suspect a thing. If they saw me reacting the way I truly wanted to, they would know. And I could never allow that. They could never find out that Kira was my mate. Sighing heavily, I slumped into the armchair, trying my best to control my emotions and restlessness. Darius and Dane also took their different seats, each of them seeming to be in deep thoug
Kira’s POV “Because… because you are our slave!” Darius finally said, and I frowned. For a moment, I thought he was going to spill out the truth to his brothers, but it seems my wolf was wrong. “Yes… you are a slave, our slave… even the air you breathe belongs to us. You have no right over your life, Kira. You lost that right when your parents became traitors,” Damien added. “Now tell us, who is that bastard?” Dane urged. I glared at the three men before me, my heart racing, but no longer in fear, but in anger and hate. I could take any insult thrown at me, but calling my parents traitors was something I hated more than anything. I lifted my chin and held their gazes. “My parents aren’t traitors, and one day, I’m going to prove that. And when that day comes, you three bastards will take back your words, and the whole pack will pay for the death of my innocent parents!” I spat in anger. The triplets stared at me with two expressions in their eyes—anger and hate. I could see they ha
Kira’s POV I took a deep breath, gripping the doorknob tightly before slowly pushing it open. Stepping inside, I gently shut the door behind me, but the moment my gaze landed on the triplets, my soul nearly left my body. Alpha Darius stood near the window, his arms crossed over his shirtless broad chest, his piercing gaze locked onto me. Alpha Damien lounged on the couch, one leg casually resting over the other, but there was nothing relaxed about him—his eyes burned with anger, and his fingers tapped rhythmically against the armrest. And then there was Alpha Dane. He stood closest to me, leaning against the door frame as if he had been waiting for me. His brown eyes were filled with rage, his entire body tense, as though he was one breath away from exploding. I swallowed hard, feeling trapped. Three pairs of eyes bore into me, their anger suffocating the air in the room. My mind screamed at me to leave, to turn around and bolt, but my body refused to move. Darius finally spoke, h